Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Gotham

Memories filled his head, flooding his mind, smothering old ones as he lay on the ground, pain coursing through his body. The memories came in waves, good ones then bad and back to good again and then bad; a non-stop cycle of terror and excitement. He felt a sharp jab to his side, prompting him to blink open his eyes slowly.

"Buddy, you ok?" the person asked, concerned.

"Yah, I think so," he replied, in a shaky voice.

As he stood up to his full height, the person gasped and stepped backwards, almost tripping. "You're- you're the P-P- Peng- Penguin!" the person stuttered. "I prefer Oswald Cobblepot actually and would you kindly tell me where I am?" The person, who was a young man, told Penguin that he was in the just outside of Gotham City.

"Outside the city you say?" Penguin asked curiously.

"Yes sir," the man managed to say through his shaking voice and pointed to where the grand city stood tall and proud.

"Thank you," Penguin said, before limping off in the direction of the city.

"Aren't you going to kill me or something?" the man asked.

"Now why would I do that?" Penguin responded and continued on his way.

By the time he reached Gotham, it was almost night for the sun was beginning to slowly set. Until Penguin could reach the place he could call home, he needed to lay low so no one from the G.C.P.D. would catch him. Penguin honestly had no idea how he wound up outside Gotham because that last thing he remembered was leaving his now late father's house, trying to reclaim his riches back at the city. Now without a family, his empire in the criminal underworld was all that he had left. He also brought along a little souvenir in a bag so he wouldn't forget what had happened.

"Hey, isn't that Penguin?" he heard someone whisper but Penguin ignored it.

Penguin wandered through the city, cold and hungry, looking for a place to spend the night. Unfortunately, he found himself walking right past the police department, unintentionally of course. As he walked, he ran into someone he knew. The man standing before him was tall, had piercing blue eyes and dark, brown hair, neatly combed. Along with his crisp suit and tie, the man was very intimidating.

"Jim! What a pleasure it is to run into you again!" Penguin gasped, backing away slowly.

"Penguin! Where have you been? What is in that bag?" Jim interrogated, reaching out to grab the bag. "Why are you out of Arkham?"

"Well Jim, old friend," Penguin said, "you should be pleased to know that I have been released fully sane and rational."

"I highly doubt that," Jim replied sternly. "Now, tell me what's in that bag!"

Jim reached out once more and this time successfully grabbed the bag and peered in. Looking back at Penguin, he was disgusted and horrified at the same time. "You're sick Cobblepot and you're going back to Arkham where you belong." "Penguin tried to hobble away but wasn't fast enough as he felt two strong hands grab his shoulders and drag him away.

"Jim! No! You can't take me back there! You don't what they're doing to me there!" Penguin protested.

"Quit you're whining and shut up," Jim snapped angrily.

Penguin immediately stopped saying anything as the giant, iron gates of Arkham appeared before him and behind them, stood the insane asylum itself.